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hi just wondering what happened to "breaking all the rules... " sorry if you've answered this before. thanks.
Hi. I think I did in another blog, but it's fine!
I'm rewriting it, I hope to start posting a new version in December.
#anon ask#probably won't because I'm in another brainrot and didn't actually wrote in this WIP in two or so months
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Nsfwhump prompts
Another darker prompt list, but tailored for nsfw applications. TW for guro, noncon, etc. Feel free to use!
Hurt them with:
☆ An object meant to pleasure
☆ Hot wax
☆ A knife
☆ Gravel or rock salt to kneel on
☆ Barbed wire
☆ A belt
☆ A gag or bit
☆ Clothespins or clamps
☆ A hand dragging them by the hair
☆ Steel wool or sandpaper
☆ A public display of humiliation or dominance
☆ Lack of preparation or lubrication
☆ Fingers digging into a wound
☆ A stress position
☆ Visible hickeys or bites
☆ A plug or vibrator to wear covertly
☆ Broken bones
☆ Dislocation
☆ Nipple or genital piercings
☆ A red hot brand or iron
☆ A cigarette ashed onto their skin or into their mouth
☆ Exhaustion
☆ Bathing or washing
☆ Overstimulation
☆ A boot or shoe stomping between their legs
☆ Thumbtacks, needles, or pins
☆ A fresh sunburn
☆ A cane or switch
☆ Penetration with an unconventional object
☆ Ruined orgasm
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“I don’t need to be savesd.”
I push her, barely, any harder and her shoulders would break under
my hands: “You’re a selfish bitch, aren’t you? Everything is about what you want, about what you think, about you not hurting. Fuck everything else. Fuck everyone else. Fuck your parents, your friends, I’m the bad guy for not wanting to loose the only person that I still care about.”
Another very short piece I'm working on.
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Zuko’s eyes are golden, almost supernaturally so, there’s fire burning behind them all. Katara half-expects them to shine in the dark like the dragon’s bronze ones.
Zuko’s fire has golden sparks, it’s breath-takingly beautiful.
Yes, I write ATLA fics every one and then. This is not a Zutara fic. Yes, makes absolute sense in context. And this is a very short snippet because it's literally a drabble.
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“You should stop having your face busted all the time,” Cunnings told her, almost too close as she checked Cameron’s face. “The fuck you do in the weekends?”
“I have fun times.”
“And they involve getting punched?”
“Perhaps they do,” she smirked a bit at Cunnings’ reaction: looking up at her with a faint blush on her cheeks.
Cameron was aware of how she was an attractive person. Tall and handsome (she pretended she didn’t look like a copy of her mother). And as she grew into her own skin, more people seemed to be attracted to her. More people seemed to fluster easily under her attention – just attention, not even her flirting, Cameron barely flirted with Arthur. It was kinda fun, if she was being honest (if she ignored the inherent discomfort of people perceiving her as someone worth being attracted to). Just her existence seemed to make some people flustered, Cunnings was cute, at least.
“Anyways,” Cunnings cleared her throat, looking at anywhere but Cameron. “You should learn how to cover up your weekend activities with some makeup.”
“The coaches don’t seem to mind.”
“Yet,” Cameron rolled her eyes. “Mitchell, come on.”
“I’ll put makeup on my grocery store shopping list, don’t worry.”
“Add YouTube tutorials to your to-do list.”
“Or you can teach me,” Cunnings was effectively blushing, it was just really cute. Cameron hoped it didn't felt like she was leading her on, she knew most of her colleagues were aware of Arthur and they even had a bet going on about the nature of their relationship. Most betted in just friends.
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If antis need a DISCLAIMER that the dark fiction they read should not be repeated in real life, are they really old enough to be on the internet?
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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
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I'll write ya a little whump drabble if you send me a word
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I'm rewriting you know I've been breaking all the rules (with a new title) and I'm just making Kelly's childhood trauma a little worse
#writing#blame tiktok and the videos of did systems saying what kind of fucked up shit they went through#she'll not be a system or anything just some PTSD and such#because I'm lazy to do research
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GIVE ME MORE WHUMPER COUPLES
I don’t see them nearly enough like it’s such a good trope
Both take turns tormenting Whumpee and they compliment each other on how well they did and use pet names and shit and it’s this huge whiplash from how they were just beating someone up
Luv it
#riley i guess i should give her some pieces of writing again#midnight kinda had it at some point#i guess that's a explorable dynamic in the incestuous serial killer sisters#I'm just having no motivation to write whump at all :/
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out of curiosity, what are your pronouns?
Hi. Currently I'm more comfortable with they/them, and he/him is also acceptable.
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show me your lady whump, your female whumper x female whumpee of course
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Proship April 2024: Day 03. Look-alike
incestous serial killer sisters AU // tw: incest, implied past non-con, mommy kink, explicit sexual content, a/b/o and g!p
They're messed up, Cameron's more than aware of that.
She looks at the mirror and hates how she sees Mother. A little younger, less worn out, someone who wasn't an alcoholic for twenty years. Undeniably a handsome alpha, one that can easily be quite the charming woman. Cameron wouldn't be surprised if they discover they have lost half-siblings out there.
So, they're messed up, Cameron isn't even surprised by this specific request. Experimenting in sex isn't a new thing, Cameron is a curious young woman and Charlotte is eager to please her. And Cameron is as eager to please as Charlotte is.
Here she is, ready to let Charlotte call her mommy. It's weird, of course it is, and part of Cameron's hoping that it doesn't turn her on. But she knows she's fucked up enough to be turned on by that, to have Charlotte indulge in this kink and feel good about it. Even if she knows where it comes from, and how it comes from the same place that made her buy a strap-on so Charlotte could fuck her throat until her voice is raspy.
She's kneeled between Charlotte's thighs, the foreplay was enough to make the omega almost beg for Cameron to just fuck her already.
Charlotte looks so pretty like that, laying on her back and already naked. Cameron's nails dig into the skin of her inner thighs.
"Stop that," Charlotte whimpers. "You're a whore, so act like a whore!"
"S-sorry, mommy," Cameron takes in a sharp breath, not expecting Charlotte's whining to go straight to her cock like that.
"Already so fucking wet," she mumbles, resists the urge to lunge and eat Charlotte out until the omega is too sensitive to be touched any further. "Such a good slut for me."
Charlotte nods, looking up to her like Cameron is her salvation and her doom at the same time. A hopeless look that reminds Cameron of people she choke the life out of, and it also goes straight to her cock. She pulls it out from the prison of her boxers. With one thrust, Cameron bottoms out. Charlotte's moans is half a moan and half a sob. Cameron leans closer, a hand on each side of her head and Charlotte's hands grab at her back.
(She wonders if Mother was as proud as her of getting scratched, of bleeding as she fucks Charlotte.)
"Such a good little whore," Cameron growls down at her and wraps her left hand on Charlotte's throat. "You're made to take my cock, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, mommy."
"Good girl."
Charlotte clenches hard around her, Cameron smirks at the reaction. The way her sister clenches around her is never *not* delicious. She always have to hold back to not come too fast when Charlotte does that (her great stamina keeps getting challenged by the omega).
"I'll fuck you so you'll feel me for days. You'll stay quiet, and you'll say thank you. Understood?"
"Yes, mommy."
"Good," she says softly. "My good little slut, with such a good tight cunt."
Charlotte does have a good tight cunt. So Cameron fucks into her like a machine, almost like an alpha in rut, a stupid alpha desperate to breed. And Charlotte moans like she's a stupid omega desperate to be bred, it's so hot Cameron will definitely jerk off thinking about that noise multiple times.
It feels quite hot, honestly, to be fucked up the way they are.
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Proship April 2024: Day 02. Forbidden
CW: underage relationship (implied underage sex), stepcest.
Their relationship is forbidden for multiple reasons, such as the fact their mothers are married and they're underage – coven members aren't allowed any form of romantic or sexual relationship until they reach magical adult age at twenty-one. The punishment is mild enough that most members don't even bother telling the superiors about those relationships. It changes, of course, in case a minor is in a relationship with an adult.
They decided, when it started, to stop it when Jennifer turns twenty-one, since that transgression is punishable by death, and return in a couple of years, when Jessie turns twenty-one.
There's still time, for now, they're still young enough to not be executed for what they're doing behind locked doors (mostly, mostly behind locked doors). So Jennifer is currently very, very comfortably cuddling with Jessica. Jennifer's tall for a woman (perhaps small for a hybrid, but we don't talk about that), but Jessie's taller, and stronger, and quite the nice, warm big spoon. Really, her hugs are the best and she fits around Jennifer like a protective armor against the world.
It's great, addictive even.
Jennifer nudges into her neck, taking a deep breath. Her stepsister-girlfriend smells like pine tress, cigarette smoke and rusted metal. Half-Spirits seem to smell like the most random nature things. Jessica isn't even subtle about her smoking addiction. And at least she doesn't smell like rotten blood the way some Bloody Runes users seemed to. Somehow, all of it together just screams Jessie, it all together just smells like home.
"Are you smelling me? Again?" Jessie sounds amused, her fingers tracing one of the scratches on Jennifer's back. She's always amused by what she calls 'dogish shenanigans'.
"You smell good."
"I smell like sweat."
"I like all your scents."
"You're fucking gross."
"Then why are you holding so tenderly on your strong arms?" She makes her voice higher, whiny.
"Shut up, puppy," but she's giggling. "Just go to sleep."
"Notice how you aren't sleeping either."
"Because a dog is sniffing my neck, it's distracting."
"Notice you're the one doing the holding..." Jessie digs her nails on one of the deeper scratches. "Ok, stop, sorry. Let's sleep."
Jessie hums, satisfied that her threat worked (even if both are aware Jessie only hurts her when they're sparring, which's expected). She holds Jennifer tighter, still tender and warm, but sometimes Jennifer wonders if Jessie's scared she'll be gone if she's not held like this.
Jennifer isn't going anywhere anytime soon.
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Proship April 2024: Day 01. Love Potion
TW: implied underage mutual dub-con, stepcest & incest, dehumanization (it/its pronouns for a person), g!p and implied sexual content.
"Its very pretty, isn't it?" Joan asks, whispering on Jennifer's ear.
She doesn't respond, this has to be a nightmare. Because Jessica's right there, with that look in her eyes. The empty, exhausted one Jennifer saw a few times. When she came back from missions, wet hair and bruises all over herself. Shivering, trembling, and so, so quiet. Nights when she easily melted into Jennifer's arms and was so pliant that Jennifer just couldn't to further than kissing her.
She's on her feet, straight, perfect posture and looking ahead like she's waiting for orders.
And she's wearing nothing but a muzzle.
Completely naked with a fucking muzzle.
Jennifer wants to throw up, she wants to punch Joan behind her. Because Jessica's body is covered in bruises and cuts and bitemarks. It makes sense now, she thinks, why Jessica avoided taking off most of her clothes, why she only was naked when it was dark in the room. It made sense the few times she flinched a little when Jennifer held her waist or her hips, when Jennifer was a bit rougher than usual.
What Joan has done to you?
It gets worse as whatever Joan put on her drink makes her dizzy and hot, makes her pants feel too fucking tight. It's not a new feeling, be turned on by Jessica (part of her is still grossed out by this attraction, the rest of her accepted it when Jessica showed attraction towards her too). She can't do much about the stupid erection, much less when Joan tied her to the chair after knocking her out.
Was her mother always this pervert? Probably, considering Jennifer's conception.
Joan, because she refuses to call her mother or anything of the sorts, steps in front of her. And kneels, a smirk on her face that remind she of Jessica when she wants to give her a blowjob. Her hands make a quick job at opening her pants and pulling her out.
"This spells lasts a couple of days, actually. Don't worry, I'll give you a head and then the little Dog is all yours," Jennifer growls behind the gag. "Some call it a love potion, it usually ends up in babies, it's cute. I just want to watch the both of you getting into action. It'll be a wonderful show."
#proshipapril2024#proship april#original work#prompt: love potion#whump#whump community#whump blog#whumpblr#lady whump#dub con cw
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Scarlet has a bunch (and she made a specific one that is basically for birth control...)
what if u carved magic runes into ur whumpees skin. has anyone tried this
#I wrote a drabble of her cutting into the one in her hand#it's one meant to mark her as belonging to her coven#so she risks loosing the function of her hand just to not be branded as her coven's dog#Carved Runes make me feral#Scarlet makes me fucking feral
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Whumpril 2024: Day 04. Swaying
TW: dehumanization, it/its pronouns for a person, implied stepcest, dubcon kissing (due to the dehumanized state of mind), blood.
The Dog, sometimes, forgets how It is supposed to be human. Or, at least, have a body that is human enough to be hurt. Human enough to bleed. Maybe because the Dog isn't the one who deals with the bruises, the injuries, isn't the one who deals with the aching of recovery. That's Jessica's side of life (It pretends Jessica isn't there all the time).
Sometimes, rarely, It gets stuck after a fight, after a mission.
It limps Its way to the dorm the stepsiblings share, the healer's ward is further away and sometimes it's one of those healers in there. (Not that It fights against those touches, it doesn't have permission to.)
"Jessie?" She asks, her voice gentle and warm, her eyes soft and loving. Jennifer's always so gentle, warm, soft and loving. It makes It want to stay here. "Rough day?"
It nods, glad to have changed into person clothes, Its uniform drenched with blood. Master, with that smirk that makes her look aa cruel as she was, used the hose with almost freezing water to clean It up. Clean It up and leave It shivering, trembling.
Jennifer's frowning with worry as the Dog's swaying in place, cold and in pain.
Jennifer steps closer, the Dog wants to flinch with how fast she approaches. But the Dog never flinches. Their memories are shared, so the Dog knows what's coming. Jennifer cradles Its face, nice warm hands, the Dog's curcled up on Itself enough to not be taller than Jennifer like it has been for years now. And Jennifer doesn't seem to mind much, just pulling It closer before kissing It.
A kiss so soft and nice that it feels like it's not a real kiss.
The Dog holds her wrists, she's so warm. (Warm, not a hellfire under skin like Master is. It's quite easy to ignore the similarities between them, the Dog is glad that they're not a mother-daughter duo that share the same face, like It and Jocelyn - or Its body and Jocelyn).
"How are you feeling?" She asks, they're close enough for their lips to brush against each other.
The Dog doesn't talk (talking was tortured out of It). The Dog just presses Itself against Jennifer, who smiles and walks the few steps backwards until she sits down on the bed.
It feels like the only thing keeping It stable is Jennifer (and it is, of course it is).
Just do whatever you want to me, It'd like to say, just do whatever you want for how long you want.
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